Novel & Cerita Dream My Husband Divorcing Me

My husband then looks at me and says: "I want a divorce."

So, he said, “No, you don’t just like her, you’re obviously in love with her. You can’t live without her! You see her even in your dreams. Think back to the three years you were married. Did you dream of her even once? After you divorced, do you dream about her often?” Michael’s expression seemed to grow colder. It was not because Ivan’s words made him angry, but rather… He suddenly realized something particular during their marriage and while they were divorced.

He knows me better than I know myself. “You bet I would,” I smiled. “Well, it was the usual,” I sighed. “As usual as how?” he asked. “How else, Davey? That woman was in my dream again. What could be more annoying? The fact that she kept talking about her husband and child, and this ridiculous reason for me being in someone else’s heart is driving me crazy. I’m losing my mind,” I lamented, while the cook served the food. That’s the other side of my happy marriage.

I looked at the watch in my hand, its already evening this ice berg is still melting, my whole became pale and cold, I'm shivering terribly but I'm controlling myself, finally the whole ice melted by the night, I stood I won but I felt highly dizzy and fallen unconscious I felt someone hugging me and kissing me, it might be my dream, no one loves me, when I opened my eyes I found myself sleeping in demon hubby's embrace I smiled thinking finally he believed me I caressed his face, he opened his eyes I asked "do you believe me?" he turned his eyes away and said "let me come to point straight" I nodded my head as okay but deep inside my heart I'm praying that he should say that he loves me and

“Don't I give you enough money? Why are you thinking of leaving me all of a sudden?” “I have my own life honey, but you have always seen me as a sex partner and it hurts, divorce your husband and let's run away together, we deserve each other, forget your husband that is crazy Obsessed with his ex” “My husband treats me well” I corrected him “Yet you refuse to have his child and has never allowed him to touch you” “Stop lying, we both know you don't love that man” I sighed and laid in his arms lost in thought and I didn't know when I slept off.

Did he just say DIVORCE? My soul shattered into a thousand pieces, and I could do nothing but stare at him shockingly, my mouth agape, unable to form a coherent response. The man I believed loved me unconditionally, the man I had planned a future with, had suddenly transformed into a stranger before my very eyes. The pain cut deep, leaving scars that I knew would never truly heal. Damon wants a Divorce!

She turned and walked back to the bedroom. I sat there at the table, staring at the divorce petition in front of me and trying to make sense of what was happening. If someone had asked me that morning, I'd have told them that I loved my wife and that we had a good marriage. This afternoon I learn that she's leaving me for another man. Talk about cognitive dissonance! In the quiet I could hear the beep of a cellphone, and then snatches of conversation. "He saw us. . . About like you'd expect. . . That would be good."

But now, I no longer wanted to lay all of this out for Adrian to hear. I was too tired. Too tired to keep proving myself, too tired to keep defending myself, and too tired to face those half-believing, half-doubting eyes of his. I simply said, “I don’t want this life everyone else envies. Is that okay?” “I want a divorce.” “Even if I die out there, it doesn’t matter.” “This is my choice, and it has nothing to do with you.” Adrian’s face darkened to something terrifying. “I am your husband.”

"Serena, let's go home and talk." "This is my home." "It's my home too." "Not after tomorrow." A muscle in his brow twitched. "What's that supposed to mean?" I held up my phone screen for him to see. The first draft of the divorce papers was already saved. Adrian's face went ice-cold. "You want a divorce over something this small?" Something this small. I chewed on those words, then nodded. Adrian drew a deep breath. "Serena, marriage isn't one of your court cases. It's not black and white."

"Oh, this is even better than I imagined. You really have no idea, do you? Poor little substitute. Imagine not being important enough for your own husband to tell you that he's divorcing you. I should feel sorry for you. . .but I don't." Everything started to spin almost instantly. In fact, I felt like I might faint any second now. Divorce? The floor seemed to shake beneath my feet, and I gripped the doorframe to steady myself. My mind kept on spinning, refusing to process the cruelty from her lips. Cassian. . .divorcing me? "No," I breathed, the denial slipping out before I could stop it. My voice cracked, small and broken. "You're lying. He wouldn't—"